"Ca-ll-an." She suddenly kept quiet, tamping down the words, feeling zero need to air what was on her mind.
"What's on your mind, Orla?"
Her dingy countenance and quavering voice gave her away. Callan easily sensed that something wasn't right.
Sliding next to her where she leaned against the handrails outside their bedroom. Her eyes were on the blue waters that inundated the swimming pool. She was besotted with the sight.
"Callan," she called again when she felt his presence. "This whole thing," she motioned between them and sighed. "Maybe it's not meant to be. Your mother doesn't like me. Everyone hates me, I don't know. I feel you'd get tired too. Maybe I just don't belong anywhere around here.."
"Why do you think so?" His baritone voice was muffled, his face feral. Orla detected fervour as he stared daggers into her eyes. "I have promised you that I won't let go. Don't you believe my words?"
Cupping her face with his large hands, he looked at her calmly.
"I have no assurance that you will always be with me, Callan." She shrieked, stilling when Callan's tongue lapped his earlobe.
"Slow girl." He moved away from her, pointing his gaze back at the water.
He meant it when he told her he'd stick with her till the end. Doubting his words hurt him so much that he so badly wanted to assure her that he would not leave her.
"I cherish babies, Orla." He started and she furrowed her eyebrows, unsure of what he was talking about. "I love them so much. I want to own one."
"I don't get that."
"You are my wife. Don't you think it's time you carry my baby in your womb?" Rounding her, he smirked and slid his hand around her waist.
Orla's heart tingled against her chest. She felt the sensitive part between her legs moistening.
The lascivious heat that oozed from Callan's body singed her to the last pieces. She was sure she would succumb if he started anything with her.
She pressed her thighs together, trying to repress her sexual excitation. She could sense his arousal too, but was she ready to bear him a child now? She shook her head, totally against the idea.
"Callan. I don't think I want a child now." She said, avoiding his gaze.
"I won't push you if you are not ready, but how do I assure you that I won't leave you?" He demanded, his fingers drumming against her shoulders.
They rested on her tits, and he gently grabbed one, fondling the flesh against her blouse.
"I…I don't know Callan."
"I know what to do." He smirked, nibbling on her lips. "Let me take care of you, Orla."
She nodded, submitting to his words.
"Do you trust me?" He let go of her lips, tracing his fingers around the nape of her neck so she could rest her eyes on him.
They were so close she could feel the dropping and rising of his ragged breath. Thoughts of everything ran through her mind like a flash. But in all the bad he had done, she saw the good and there was best in the good he was doing to her.
She should trust him. She could only trust him.
She nodded, responding to his question.
Callan shook his head, "Don't nod. Use your words, Orla. Do you trust me?"
"I do, Callan." She wasn't certain if it was adrenaline that was hastily producing in an amount that it shouldn't or if it was just her instinct telling her that Callan was a good man. Whatever it was, both felt oddly right. She could trust him. "I trust you." She averred, staring into his eyes.
He pressed a long kiss to her forehead with his eyes shut. He would not hurt her, he would protect her, and he would slay anyone who made her cry.
"I do," She repeated.
He folded to her level to properly kiss her the way she wanted to be kissed. Soft and titillating, but it wasn't satisfying. She needed more, he did too and they both communicated with their hearts.
"Orla," Breaking the kiss, he groaned and led the way to the bedroom.
Again, he swallowed her lips in a full kiss, deterring her from giving a proper reply, but her eyes communicated that she equally wanted what he demanded and he did understand.
He freed her when he felt her body stilled against his. She should have gotten used to his touch by now, that was what he thought. But she wasn't.
He tilted her chin to face him. "Do you want this?" He sought her permission even though he knew she couldn't resist him.
"I don't know, Callan. You don't finish with me. You leave me halfway and go. I don't think I want that." She looked away from you.
"Orla…" He hugged her tightly. "You want me to make love to you, don't you?"
Her forehead wrinkled. Was he asking her that? It's been ten months since they got married, ten good months and she could count on the tip of her fingers the number of times he'd gotten intimate with her.
I don't know, Callan." His hand around her waist felt like electricity in the water. It was shocking but in a beautiful, delicious way.
"I don't want to hurt you, Orla. I have never been with a virgin."
"So, would you love it if someone else took away my virginity?" She threw her hand at him, annoyed. "A random man from the streets lays me down and does what you fail to do. Would you want that?"
His eyes darkened at that instant. He grabbed her arms, and his eyes burned into her eyes.
"No man dares to touch what's mine!"
She closed her eyes, shaking her head in distress.
"Then take what is yours, Callan. Make love to me. I am your wife. Don’t I deserve it?"
"Orla." He stirred her to the bedside, setting her on the bed, he knelt in front of her. "You are mine and no one else is allowed to come closer. Once I take what's mine, you will be mine forever. Forever Orla. I will kill any man who looks at you or touches a strand of your hair. I promise I will…" He didn't complete his words when Orla smacked her lips to his.
"You talk too much, Callan." She spread her legs, giving him access to sit on the bed with her.
"Do I?" He nibbled on her lips, his hands skilfully moving around her back to find the straps of her bra.
He loosened the material, yanking her crop top off her body. "You do," she laughed when he tickled her sides to get a reaction from her. "Why do you talk so much?"
Gingerly, a hand blanketed her perky boobs, fondling them to stimulate her arousal.
"Because I like to talk to you," his eyes were on hers as he cupped her breast, pinching at her already-hardened nipple.
She moaned into his ears, her body was on fire. The kind that was insatiable. She looked at him and smiled. "Callan, are you playing with me?"
"Play? Do you like it when I play with you like this?" He withdrew his mouth from her lips and grazed his teeth around her nipple, leaving it wet and needy. "Or do you like it when I do this instead?" He fondled her breast, teasing the tip with his long fingers.
"Fuck, I love both." Orla groaned. "I want both."
He placed his mouth on her nipple, gingerly sucking, wildly sending her senses running amuck. Orla sucked in a breath when she felt the wetness of his teeth against her nipple.
She stared down at him and he met her intense gaze, his eyes burned with fervor.
He moved his mouth down to her belly, sucking her exposed belly button. She arched her back, giving him access to explore her as easily as he could.
That was not their first time, but it got better each time and she swore that she loved it. Especially how he always handled her body with cordiality.
He ran his fingers through her belly down to her waist. His hand rested on her legs. He beamed with smiles when he found her panties and hauled them down her legs.
She groaned again. His smile was still broad. He lunged his finger under her skirt and she yelled out in response.
"Please, Callan."
He ignored her plea, cupping and teasing her folds with his fingers. He rubbed his hand on the entrance, earning a moan from her. He liked how he made her feel. Crazy and wild.
He took his hand off her, letting her hiss in frustration. Lost for words to say, she bit her tongue, blinking her puppyish eyes at him.
Those eyes burn with utmost lust. She wanted Callan so badly, she needed all of him to fill her whole being and rip her apart as she begged for his mercy.
"What do you want?" His voice was hoarse.
His fingers circled her folds, stretching them in an exhilarating way that got Orla on top of the world. Where she had never been all her life.
One finger doubled into two, exploring her to the peak of pleasure. "Please, Callan."